[center][color=7bcdc8][h3][i]Jehenne Alcroft[/i][/h3][/color][/center] [color=7bcdc8][hr][/color] The enslaved woman nodded when Louise spoke of her father, as if she could relate.[color=7bcdc8]"Fathers can be cruel. My own was more cold than he was a tyrant as yours was. It's strange how...arbitrary, people can be. If you had listened to him you wouldn't be the talented pyromancer you are today. I don't see any reasons why you and I cannot be atleast on amiable terms. I don't intend on rebelling."[/color] She said, searching for the right words. On the inside, Jehenne felt pity and annoyance. The poor girl was obviously damaged, but to still be going on and on about her father? It's like she didn't even exist outside her hatred for her father and that bizarre staff which, apparently, also had to do with her father. Louise was daddy issues incarnate! Jehenne yelped as an ambush suddenly began. There were bolts fired and Louise manged to protect the two women. Rote seemed to have some sort of inclination. She rose her hands into the air in surrender. It seemed it might be her lucky day. Some lunatics who wanted slavery to be put to an end chose this moment to make their attack, and Louise quickly surrendered. Which made Jehenne wonder what was even the point of hiring a battle-mage if they instantly surrendered. [color=7bcdc8]"Oh, dear." [/color]Jehenne said, biting her lower lip, keeping her hands raised. Her heart was racing from the adrenaline. [color=7bcdc8]"What a turn of events. I hope your employers are understanding, Louise. You were quite outnumbered."[/color] One thing Jehenne had learned is that there is no point in burning bridges unless absolutely necessary. She'd rather have friends, and people confused about her intent, then enemies.